I’ll take it to the grave,
all the secrets I hold.
I will not live and tell
such sacred memories.
They ogled a bombshell.
I’ll take it to the grave,
coral lips tightly sealed.
That taste of seventeen,
one night at thirty-five,
the best waits to be seen.
I’ll take it to the grave,
behave like a lady.
Hiding stains on satin,
what a splendid charade.
Urban legends fatten.
I’ll take it to the grave,
this is worth repeating.
My mantra will not shift,
loyalty’s never loose.
I’m okay if you’re miffed.
Our lament for time well spent…with Farmer's market regulars Pip & Lizzie the pair are a sartorial oracle and festive fillip with follicle flair....was a delight to share forever memories at our locavore lair...
Through the mist of memories we sift
With whiffs of yesteryear cheer sniffed
Rides on sublime tides of time we drift
Rain again regulars refrain visit biffed
Others defending..spending limit thrift
Quiffed punter chunter I've been stiffed
Will harp on gets swift short sharp shrift
After rafter of laughter graft or grift
Miffed by dafter manager’s latest rift
Not the first time we have ever tiffed
One thing that will always give us a lift
Makes our hearts sing on a busy shift
Stops any tizzy thrill of fill of Phil & Lizzie
A heaven sent present our favourite gift..
Everyone thinks Elves are all males, Edwina complained to me
I had not realized this, but saw she was both touchy and angry
How can they all be males? It makes no sense at all.
I am not sure everybody thinks that, I said in a voice really small
When people generalize and say, “ everyone” they usually mean one
Two at the most, but my suggestions and comments were done.
I could see she was miffed by someone other than me.
Preferring it to stay this way, I decided to flee.
Lou, the harvest moon witch sits on a lovely stump
next to a miniscule gremlin who can be a grump
He is trying to nay-say her into a bad mood
But she has confidence and fortitude
Go away honey, she says, unless you can be positive
He slinks away into the leaves, that Gremlin, Shiv
Admiring her greatly, but a bit miffed too
He could not change the mood of that witch, harvest moon Lou
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The rabbit paused mid-hop—quite stunned~
(A most peculiar sight!)
for scattered ‘cross the dewy grass,
like misplaced stars at night,
were eggs of blue, pink, and yellow,
some striped, some with polka dots
all polished, round, and bright.
She twitched her nose. "Now who," she mused,
“Left dinner out all night?”
One nibble… then a crunch! (Oh dear.)
A rather crunchy bite.
With ears aflop, she sighed, "Well then~
These rocks are not done right."
And so she hopped away, slightly miffed,
to find only one dandelion.
(The moral? Life is strange.
Some breakfasts—purely plastic~
are best admired from far away…
my girlfriend is miffed with her neighbors
Their tree limb is one eighty of an inch over her fence
I know her; she will spend the evening chopping up their tree
She is totally persnickety about her yard
not happy with them anyway
one of them asked her if her front yard was her yard or their yard
you mean the yard between your house and the street? I asked
I could not believe it when she nodded her head
MACHADO GIVES GIFT
TO TRUMP WHO IS KNOWN FOR GRIFT
LEAVING US ALL MIFFED
Gifts…OCD
Every time around Hanuka
I’m tagged with the same old moniker
Do I get the eight gifts
Or let her get miffed
With just one giant gift to astonish her?
I brought him home for the other two dogs to see
they gave me the look of what's wrong with me
He was big and fluffy and ever so soft
a big puppy at that who seemed a little off
He adjusted to them but did they to him
he was calm and quiet I knew he could fit in
He was hungry like starving and ate and ate
not just his own but the other two dogs plates
I knew in time he would realize he would always eat
and in a few days his hunger defeat, maybe a week
Sassy was afraid to eat out of her bowl
I fed her in hiding so he wouldn't know
Genghis avoided him smart to do
for Cosmo was large and could squash the dude
Cosmo and Sassy like to run and play
Sassy growls like a grizzly having fun her way
Finally a dog big enough for her to play with
I hold Genghis as he watches miffed
Cosmo sniffs Genghis, he sniffs again and again
the old little guy gets annoyed but holds it in
He sniffs him from head to toe, front to back
finally little Genghis growls that's enough of that
Cosmo the third dog and my pack is complete
each dog a good friend with personalities unique.
Taking my ladybug for a walk
Casually to not arouse any suspicion.
Because the birds would be jealous
The crow would squawk his displeasure.
The grasshopper, who usually rode my fingers
Would be so miffed, he would stop speaking.
Every creature in the garden thought I loved them best.
Of course I loved them all, for they enjoyed my vegetables.
I would have never wanted to garden without them.
My ladybug began crawling up my finger, she was so happy!
Sh! I cautioned the wind as it rose higher and louder. Stop that!
If he woke up that jeaous grasshopper there would be hell to pay!
anticipated Albany albatrosses
buried bumpy bugs beyond the bay
creepy curious cats dug them up
dinner for dogs they said in disgust
even the dogs turned up their snouts at the bugs
frenzied finicky felines are crazy they barked
giant crows arrived and devoured the gruesome bugs
helping themselves to six or eight at a time
I am glad these raptors showed up said the dogs
jealousy in no way entering their heads
kilt-wearing albatrosses happened along
lingering close to where their bug stash used to be
mad now, they marched menacing around the meadow
no need to be upset, the bugs escaped, lied the dogs
opportunity to be peacemakers always taken by pups
pacifists and problem solvers
quails and quackers put their six cents in
raising the ire of the miffed albatrosses
sixteen sparrows sauntered in to stir things up too
they had heard there was a show-down
ugly words were tweeted and chirped
verbs and vowels best not repeated here
wrens and warblers were shooed off by the fray
‘xact ‘xchange never ‘xamined or journaled
you are lucky you escaped this melee
zealous birds can become dangerously ugly.
Glittering unhindered in the sky
Is the star’s glow at places high,
Lighting seas’ abysmal turmoils:
Nature’s eye that darkness foils.
But this glow’s sometimes short-lived:
Evil gods by such excessive shine miffed
May with clouds obfuscate the star
And its heavenly luminescence mar.
Yet whether in resplendent glow
Or by jealous clouds overcast,
A star will remain a star you know;
Beaming still or marred by dust.
She was thrilled to be in the nightgown commercial
When the rain fell, the photographer said let’s not give up
She had no idea what this would mean to her career
She danced, frolicked and pretended to love the rain
Feeling like a fake, a poser, wondering when it would be over
The photographer kept snapping photos.
She was getting miffed.
It was cold water.
Difficult to pretend now.
The photo session was a huge success.
It launched her career.
She became a mega star, and was in high demand.
Her salary went from five figures to six figures.
She stopped resenting the photographer.
Glad to let go of the hatred, since they were married.
I’d rather you be miffed
than irritated, vexed
bothered or annoyed
For if you are only miffed
we’ll kiss and make up
~ lickety-swift
Lenore was a grumpy teenage girl with rainbow hair
She was miffed with her mom, and she did not care
Her mother wanted her to comb and tame her mane
That did not interest the artistic grumpy queen of Cain
Lenore stomped around until her feet swelled up
Refused to feed the cat or water her Daddy’s pup
I love my hair the way it is right now!
Her daddy came by and agreed with a “wow!”
Grumpy girl’s mother finally let it slide.
She took her daughter to church, but wanted to hide.
Old ladies surrounded them before they got out the door.
“Wish I had done that!” “This is beautiful on you, Lenore!”
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